Red autumn is falling again...
Down to the earth...
With some memories & few glimpse...
Days of mystery & secrets after springs...
Sun is busy with the clouds...
Moon has tears, dropping below grounds...
Shrinking stars are lost in darks...
A shooting star has always fading sparks...
Covering myself with my emptiness, yet cold...
''Time can heal the pain'', they told...
Shade of mist has hidden scars of me...
Nowhere but happy I am with my eternity....
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An exquisite expression indeed. Here the change that comes with autumn has nicely been extended to interpret the change in human nature. Thanks a lot. Shrinking stars are lost in darks... A shooting star has always fading sparks... Covering myself with my emptiness, yet cold... ''Time can heal the pain'', they told...